I crawl into bed tonight,
Waiting for you to drift into sleep,
After another night of fighting.
Finally your breathing slows.
I creep out of bed and down the stairs,
Looking for my trusty companion.
The glass and bottle in the same place,
That I find them every other night.
I pour one;
Then two;
Three and four.
I find my way to the couch and begin to weep.
For you and me,
And what we should have been.
I cry for all the fighting,
The neighbours we've woken,
And the pain we've caused each other.
I swallow some more before I pass out,
And as I do I know
That even if you don't love me,
The vodka always will.
Author notes
I haven't written in a while, but this is how I have been feeling lately and I am hoping to let some of that out. Hope you like it 
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